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I stare mesmerized at the photothat you have sent, pushing your child on the swing...a precious moment capturedand I am remindedof the distance separating usand how it seems like yesterdaywhen I was swinging you, dear son

Now, it__ time for me to lock up and go. Listen to me. Lock up an empty building that__ gonna be torn down. Makes no sense. Like an old man tellin_ a lie to his son from his death bed. What__ the point? Who besides yourself are you fooling?

Perfect!" Wrath bellowed. "And this is a doctor saying it -- I mean, she went to medical school."..."And Dr. Sam told me she's delivered over fifteen thousand babies over the course of her career -- ""See!" Wrath yelled. "She knows these things. My son is perfect!

A father knows his child's heart, as only a child can know his fathers.

to an uncircumcised father, irreverent son.

I always play with words,now i'm out of words i don't know how to describe you because you're my Father.. But surely i can say i love you

Son: Father, you are my father. You sired me. I have sired no one because I left the primordial. I left you, I studied, I suffered, and my visions were pure. Before me, my father, new horizons were opened.Father: Yes, I am your father. I sired you and nowhere did I go. Where I was in the beginning, there I remained. I dwell in the old home, my estate is as it was. I spawned, I lived with your mother. Then I lived with peasant women and girls, spawning. I surrounded myself with chickens, roosters, turkeys. My poultry lay dozens of eggs a day. But I studied nothing, never did I suffer. My horizons remain the same, oh just the same. These spaces, ancient, veritably Russian, assembled around us are all _ all just the same.("Adam")

The God who has claimed us for himself if Father, Son and Holy Spirit; not just Father, not just Son, not just Spirit. God is God FOR US - Father. God is God WITH US - Son. God is God IN US - Spirit.

As he wasforced to tell his father more than once, __ said I__ fight for my mother__throne. I never said I__ die for it._ Then he__ add, simply to annoy the oldbastard into one of his frothy temper tantrums, __on__ you think I__ toopretty to die?

The lad, like many another, owed nothing to his father but his mere existence__eaven knows whether that gift is oftenest a curse or a boon.

Happy Graduation," he said."Now go get her.

We can discover much about God by looking at nature. Take the Trinity for example. The Trinity is sort of like an apple. You've got the seeds, the flesh, and the skin. Three different things. Still, together they form one thing, an apple. And under no circumstances will one apple be three things, but the seeds, skin, and flesh will always be three things.

This, then, was Jango Fett's greatest reward, right here, sitting with his son, his young replica, sharing quiet moments.

The bastard was effectively stuck until he and Morfyd helped him. Fearghus smiled a little at his father__ suffering and the female who caused it.I do love that woman.

She went a little fucking overboard on her anger." He looks at me. "Her daughters are all a bit nuts, so you know exactly where they get it from._"She called the fucking cops on me," I retort. "That's not nuts that's --""It's nuts," he rebuts. "It's fucked up.""That too," he says.

Look at that," he said. "How the ink bleeds." He loved the way it looked, to write on a thick pillow of the pad, the way the thicker width of paper underneath was softer and allowed for a more cushiony interface between pen and surface, which meant more time the two would be in contact for any given point, allowing the fiber of the paper to pull, through capillary action, more ink from the pen, more ink, which meant more evenness of ink, a thicker, more even line, a line with character, with solidity. The pad, all those ninety-nine sheets underneath him, the hundred, the even number, ten to the second power, the exponent, the clean block of planes, the space-time, really, represented by that pad, all of the possible drawings, graphs, curves, relationships, all of the answers, questions, mysteries, all of the problems solvable in that space, in those sheets, in those squares.

I saw my father as a man, and not, as a man who was my father.

When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.